The rural community of Vangsnes is the location of a fish farm where marine biologist Johanne is currently looking into some concerning claims about illegal activity disturbing the local waters. Of course it’s her old stomping grounds and of course she left for a reason. Supposedly environmentally safe sonic science (run by Johanne’s former flame Erik) is being used to ensure their salmon crop is pristine but a video of fish behaving suicidal seems to point to bullshit in the claims of the farm’s business head. Said possible sleazy businessman currently has some Japanese investors visiting the premises. So far. So 70s eco-terror. Strange things are definitely going on and the mostly eaten and bioluminescent-slime-covered corpses of two jet skiing teenagers have folks looking at the fjord and its deepest depths as a cause for concern. You better fuckin’ believe it is. There’s something colossal and downright mythical calling the deep waters home and it’s beginning to make its giant presence felt. Damn greed and science never mix and together they have managed to poke a very dangerous bear… well, cephalopod but that’s not the old saying. Throw in some frustrated youthful activists with good intentions but flawed logic (not to mention one of them being the little girl Johanne use to babysit and daughter of the fish farm owner) and an officer of the law in way over her head and you’re right in my comfort zone from a few decades earlier. It’s also gorgeous on the eyes when iffy digital effects aren’t obscuring the view. Massive tentacles and huge parasites bring most of the monster action and working with a digital menace is always kind of silly but I’ve spent worse times in the water. Lame but my kind of lame. Don’t think Jaws, think Jaws 3-D with a giant fucking cephalopod. If that sounds like your cup of tea, we just became best friends.
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